-Image by: Johannes Plenio – Unsplash- When Dreams Collide It was early AM. Darkness still ruled the night, and the dream I was having collided
The Midnight Call The lights of the city were being slowly swallowed up by a darkness made more visceral by thick clouds-covering the moon and
Louvre Museum in Paris, France Her Eyes Held My Heart * It mattered not my direction Her soft mysterious eyes Followed each step I took
©Above It All The fire was dying down to flickering embers, and the sudden coolness of a clear night slowly burrowed into my slender frame.
Not To Be Again * Long auburn hair bouncing In gay amusement Upon sun-tanned shoulders, So casual, So impetuously serene, So provocative, And, So delightfully
(-Image art: Aziz Acharki – Unsplash-) Hail, The Neon Beacon of Debauchery! (Short poetic prose) * Hail, the neon beacon out ahead Guiding, leading the